Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 112 Was it you who wanted to marry me back then?

"Okay." Meng Jingxian smiled, her tone as gentle as before on the phone.

Song Ziyun was immersed in excitement and did not notice Meng Jingxian's eyes, which looked at her with scrutiny and a touch of alienation.

The woman holding his arm was the wife of Yan Huai, the powerful leader of the Yan family in Kyoto. When Song Ziyun walked into the venue, her back was straighter than before and her chin was raised higher.

She walked all the way to Song Chunsheng, who was exchanging cups with others, and said with a smile, "Dad, this is the Aunt Meng I often tell you about. I often talked to Aunt Meng on the phone when I was abroad."

Then she introduced to Meng Jingxian, "Aunt Meng, this is my father Song Chunsheng. He is a strict father at home."

Song Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, he immediately stopped socializing, and nodded to Meng Jingxian with a smile, "Ms. Meng, Ziyun often mentioned you at home after returning to China. I have heard of you for a long time. Hello."

He did not call Mrs. Yan directly, but Ms. Meng.

This kind of appropriate response attitude, moderate advance and retreat, coupled with a mature and elegant face, can easily make people like him.

Meng Jingxian nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Chunsheng turned to Song Ziyun and told her, "Ms. Meng is the distinguished guest you have invited. You must treat her well and don't neglect her."

"Don't worry, dad, I'll be with Aunt Meng tonight!" Song Ziyun responded playfully, and then took Meng Jingxian in another direction, "Dad, continue chatting with your uncles, I won't disturb you anymore, I'll take Aunt Meng there.

Look elsewhere.”

Others don't know Meng Jingxian's identity, but looking at Song Chunsheng's attitude and listening to the meaning of his words, they can tell that Meng Jingxian's identity is not easy.

After Song Ziyun led the people away, everyone immediately began to inquire about Song Chunsheng as a joke.

"My little girl is playful. She went abroad a few years ago. By chance, she met the head of the Yan family in Kyoto. She turned out to be her friend all year round. It was also her fault." Song Chunsheng raised his glass and signaled to continue drinking. His eyes and eyebrows were full of doting on his daughter.

Drowning in pride.

Compared with his attitude towards Song Yueliang, it is embarrassing.

But that's another story.

From the information revealed in Song Chunsheng's words, it was learned that the beautiful woman brought by Song Ziyun was actually the wife of the Yan family in Kyoto. The people who were already extremely flattering to Song Chunsheng became even more enthusiastic.

Dingfeng Company was jointly opened by Song Ziyu and Yan Qin, representing the Song family and the Yan family respectively.

This already means that the Song family has established a relationship with the Yan family in Kyoto.

But Yan Qin's "Yan" is different from Mrs. Yan's "Yan".

One is the descendant of the second wife of the Yan family, and the other is the head wife of the Yan family. It is clear at a glance which one is more important.

The weight of climbing up to Yan Qin is different from climbing up to Meng Jingxian.

The only thing that is the same is that the Song family is the one who profits.

At this time, Song Ziyun could not find Fang Ru on the first floor. After asking others, she took Meng Jingxian into the private room on the second floor and met Fang Ru face to face.

When the two of them walked in, the atmosphere in the private room was not harmonious.

The fat woman with messy makeup leaned on the sofa and cursed regardless of appearance. Fang Ru and several ladies of about the same age sat at the other end of the sofa with different expressions.

"Song Yueliang, that stinky bitch, you bastard! How dare you throw me!"

"A small and broken real estate company has given her to a capable person. No matter how bad our Ding family is, we are also a well-established family in Huicheng. How dare she ignore her?"

"Aru, this little bitch is so arrogant, it's a shame you can bear it!"

"Anyway, I can't bear it. I won't spoil her! Let's wait and see after this cocktail party. I must make her kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

Song Ziyun was embarrassed.

She didn't expect that when she brought Meng Jingxian over, she would hear a series of obscene curses and vulgarities when she entered the door.

She quickly wanted to interrupt Mrs. Ding, but someone beat her to it.

"Song Yueliang, why did she offend you?"

There was silence in the private room. Everyone turned around and saw Song Ziyun and the elegant lady in cheongsam standing not far from the door.

It was the lady in cheongsam who spoke.

Song Ziyun's eyes were a little surprised, and she didn't know why Meng Jingxian asked about the illegitimate daughter in the family.

But in the current situation, she didn't have time to think too much. She hurriedly held Meng Jingxian's hand, and Fang Ru smiled and said, "Mom, this is the Aunt Meng I often mention. I invited her here with great difficulty."

"Mrs. Yan?!" Fang Ru stood up in surprise, and Jingren walked in to greet her.

When she saw her daughter standing with the lady in cheongsam just now, she had some suspicions in her mind. Now when she heard her daughter confirm it herself, she was overjoyed.

"Aru——" Mrs. Ding and the others were still a little unable to react, so they opened their mouths to ask.

Fang Ru winked at a few people, "Let's talk about what happened just now. We have distinguished guests here today, let's not mention those who are unhappy."

Meng Jingxian's eyes narrowed slightly, she walked over and sat down elegantly, then turned to look at Mrs. Ding, "I don't know what happened just now, can I listen? What's wrong with Song Yueliang?"

…

Restroom on the second floor.

Song Yueliang stood in front of the sink, the water in the faucet was on and the water was gurgling.

She slowly wiped away the red wine stains on the back of her hands, shoulders and neck bit by bit, then raised her eyes to look at the woman in the half-length mirror in front of her.

Her hair is shawl, her red lips are like fire, and her black eyes are thin and cool.

Sai Xue's skin and the pure black of the evening dress collide fiercely, making the woman's aura even more assertive and powerful.

But there was a faint hint of fatigue in the woman's eyes.

Song Yueliang closed her eyes, her daughter's innocent smile flashed in her mind, and a pair of dark, smiling peach blossom eyes flashed through her mind.

When he opened his eyes again, the fatigue and darkness in his eyes had faded away, and his sharpness was fully revealed.

She lightly curled her red lips and turned off the faucet.

It was so difficult before, but she got through it.

Now, she has more motivation to move forward, so how can she get tired?

There was no one in the bathroom and it was very quiet.

After the sound of water disappeared, the sound of high heels on the floor could be clearly heard.

Song Yue walked out of the bathroom calmly.

As soon as he walked out of the corner, he was blocked by a tall and slender figure.

The restroom on the second floor is at the end of the corridor. The private room upstairs entertains distinguished guests, and there are very few people walking in the corridor.

Even if someone is walking and there are stalls in the corridor, it is difficult to hear any noise.

The place where Song Yueliang was blocked at this time was the narrow place between the bathroom and the corridor, where the lights were dimmest.

The hustle and bustle downstairs makes this place even more peaceful.

Song Yueliang raised her eyes.

The man stood quietly and erect, his tall figure gave people a great sense of oppression, and his eyes hidden in the darkness were full of aggression.

Song Yueliang said nothing and moved around him to leave.

"Yueyue, you don't want to see me so much?" the man spoke, his low voice seemed to be smiling and casual.

Song Yueliang paused, raised her head again, and looked directly into his eyes behind the lenses.

"Were you the one who wanted to marry me back then?" she asked.

The air suddenly stagnated for a moment, making it difficult to breathe.

"It's me." The man lowered his eyes, the smile in his voice disappeared, and his dark eyes locked her tightly, "Has he told you his identity?"

(End of chapter)